I don't really know what to call this but my mother may never have the ability to love me but please don't blame my dear mother she can't control it at least I have to tell myself that, I never asked to have it too but I know I will never let that define me.
I don't own the cover or 2 definitions in the story thank you for reading. depression
When I met a cat, I saw it ran under my legs trying to hide from the falling droplets. I looked down at it and cried softly. My tears fell onto the gray cat's whiskers. I cried and cried as I felt the droplets weren't dropping anymore. I looked up and saw a raven-haired man shielding my weakness body from the rain.
This is the worst day of my life.